He huffed angrily before turning away and heading off in the direction of the exit. He knew Kait could hold off on her own and with no weapon on hand, he would just be a liability. He stood still in his spot for a few seconds, contemplating on his next move. With a harsh shove, Kait glared at Dean to make move and leave. She glanced back at him and quickly pulled him to her side, shooting a zombie that had crept up behind him without him knowing. Kait had noticed this and decided to take the lead. Kait and Dean were held out in the hallways, trying to keep the undead from interfering with the escape.ĭean's handgun had decided to jam whilst in the middle of their shootout and he was struggling to get it unjammed. Marvin was still in the main hall and Elliot was nowhere to be found. The survivors were secured, all but 4 officers. The survivors all rushed out to the van, losing a few on the way. The station had been attacked once again by a horde of zombies and Mavin got caught up in it, with the limited number of officers and firearms they had taken the hit badly. Hope had filled the atmosphere, hearing some good news for the first time in days.
During this time, Kait and Dean tried to secure a safe path to use if the plan were to succeed. Taking a huge risk, Lieutenant Marvin Branagh and Officer Rita Phillips went out of the station to call for a rescue van to help everyone escape. It was a struggle, their numbers have rapidly decreased compared to only a few days ago and it was getting harder to maintain peace within their group. Her mind relayed the memories of a few hours ago. Her head was held down, zoning out into nothing as she played with her fingers, another habit of hers. Her face was void of any expression but the eyebags and dull look in her eyes gives away how exactly she's feeling. Sitting at the bottom of the staircase was Kaitlyn. But, the atmosphere was dull and filled with broken hope. The mood was lighter compared to the horrors outside. It's a rather large area of the department, cleaner than the halls and illuminated with a warm bright light. Looking in deeper into the building, there was the main hall. To put it simple, it looked and smelled like death. Then, to finish it off was the rotting stench of decaying bodies mixed in with the strong scent of metallic blood. Windows have shattered, lights have been blown, bodies (both moving and unmoving) are spread out all over, blood coated every wall, floor, and ceiling of the entire building.
Former officers and citizens who've succumbed to the infection moan and groan within these walls. The dead walk among the halls of the department. The police station looked abandoned and in a way it was, despite its inhabitants. It is still standing but not for much longer. Food rations are hard to come by and all buildings have been either occupied by the dead or some sort of monster being, that or is just completely destroyed and left to its ruins.įocusing at the heart of the city was the Raccoon Police Department. That was the only word that was fitting for the state of what the city had become. Hundreds of lives have been lost, taking out nearly or perhaps all of the city's population. Any remaining survivors had locked themselves up within the safety of their homes or whatever safe place they could land. The dead roamed the streets, lurking, hunting. In less than one week the whole city had gone up in flames. Though, the infection only continued to spread and eventually the city became overwhelmed. Army, Army National Guard, and Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service (UBCS) were sent in to provide help in the evacuation of civilians. Department of Defense had placed the entire city under Martial Law on September 24. Just hours after a city-wide outbreak infected thousands of people in Raccoon City on September 23, the U.S. No one ever took those cardboard signs seriously. Part 1 of the Resident Evil series Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 32289 Chapters: 8/? Comments: 4 Kudos: 58 Bookmarks: 4 Hits: 711
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